Tag Archives: Writing

The answer is no

Posted on May 12, 2013 by

I’m looking for answers with authority to questions i’ll ask when i’m 40 those dark nights I lay awake to stake claims my tombstone will display but then I hear a shout, shriek, cry daft machination, bargain faustian, yet worth … Continue reading →

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Knowing is half the lost battle

Posted on March 11, 2013 by

The construct is a farce, far from sparse Spars made scars healed with dust from the stars The loom threads needles of war with dissent and gloom Hoping the whiskey fumes would delay the char plume Tungsten glow envelops the … Continue reading →

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Forgive

Posted on February 2, 2013 by

Remember dates Remember concepts Remember words One day your whole perception of the world will become a dinosaur without a fossil Remember tradition Remember your forefathers Remember your debt to them Remember also that your grandchildren will forget them and … Continue reading →

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Graverobber

Posted on January 16, 2013 by

All those gray years of toil in the machine well oiled Foiled hot coal, a memento of the goal to fill the hole Rebel uniform standardized, no hard edged pebbles The deafening treble announcing definite trouble pouncing No denouncing, no … Continue reading →

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This is not a story

Posted on January 3, 2013 by

Chapter 1 They would not let me into the multiplayer beta. Whose dick would I have to suck to be in it? I paid for the DLC season pass and bought the collector’s edition of a game I did not … Continue reading →

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Cheap death

Posted on February 16, 2012 by

The noose is the third eye, the wake of destruction I watch it dangling, the rope braided by poor folk My hand can’t quite reach it, I laugh uneasily The problem with buying cheap death My brain holds these moments … Continue reading →

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Life as a statistic

Posted on February 6, 2012 by

I’m alive! The proof is in the pudding Scratch that, built from scratch apple pie A vessel of goo, glutton and regrets Wisdom of an entire existence Even faeces house species Looking for meaning in all the wrong places Finding … Continue reading →

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Dead;We

Posted on February 1, 2012 by

Walking through the waking life savouring every flavour ripe constitutes of black, white lies built upon the silent cries of those who sacrificed lives but remember the dismembered ties kin killing kin over the colour of skin thin skinned hair … Continue reading →

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Like a horse in a cave

Posted on October 24, 2011 by

Why do we reject the virtual? What is so deeply ingrained into ourselves that causes us to differentiate between the varying degrees of “reality”? I’m sure it could get more philosophical the more you fall through the rabbit hole. It … Continue reading →

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Open your mind

Posted on October 15, 2011 by

The iconic pistol images Handguns of the past They speak to me Tell me to become barrel chested Is that the aim? No, says the cyclops He wasn’t always a cyclops His third eye was shot at Why say anything? … Continue reading →

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